The club was pulsating with the high bass. Bodies were slipping and sliding off of each other, the sweat dripping along. I loved it, the beat taking me away, taking me to nirvana. I was free, free to do what I wanted, to be me, to be away from everything. I slammed another vodka tonic, losing track of how many I had all night.

The beat changed, a little slower, but still the bass boomed around the club. With my hands in the air, I moved my hips along to the song. I shimmied and shook, my hips and ass bounced along nicely.

I smelt him before I felt him. An intoxicating smell of vanilla, sandalwood, and male. As he got closer to my back, the hairs on my arms raised up. Goosebumps slid down my arms, then my legs. I didn't turn back to face him; I just allowed his body to get closer to me.

His hands encircled my waist, pulling me back along his body. He moved his hands, one finding my hip, the other traveling to my throat. 'Fuck', I thought, 'how in the world was this man touching me non-sexually, but I still got wet.' And I was. My panties collected my wetness, holding it close to me. I wasn't ashamed, I was astonished. I allowed him to hold my throat as I shimmied down his body, and slowly made my way back up.

This time, I felt his dick, hard in his pants. I moaned, feeling the length of him. We danced like that for a few more songs, when his hand on my hip went to the bottom of my skirt. My breath skipped a beat as I stilled, waiting on his next move.

"Keep dancing," my mysterious man whispered into my ear. I did, as his hand pushed aside my panties and found my waiting clit. I moaned again, the feeling of people around us, knowing they could see what was happening, thrilled me. As he circled my clit, I rubbed my ass along his thick cock.

The stranger picked up the pace, adding two fingers inside of me. I whimpered, wanting the real thing. I tried riding his fingers, tried to make him go faster, but he had his own rhythm. He devoured me slowly, turning my body into mush. His hand on my throat tightened, and another finger was added to my throbbing cunt.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"Go on and fuck my fingers. Show this whole place what a slut you are." I didn't hesitate, my pussy grinding on his hand. I wouldn't be able to last longer, and when he pinched my clit, I shuddered around him. His hand went to my mouth, stopping my screams from escaping.

The stranger gave me no time to relax, to come down from my blowout. He took my hand, took me behind the club, and pulled my panties off. His hand was on my back, holding me down. I heard the familiar sound of the zipper, and then his cock shoved into my tight cunt hole.

"Scream for me, little girl," he said as he took me from behind. I did, my screams loud and clear, as he took me roughly. "You like my thick cock tearing your pussy apart. Tell me, my dirty slut, how you like my cock."

He wasn't wrong. His cock filled me, stretched me, made my cunt his. "I love it." My breathless words barely coming out.

"More, slut." he demanded as he punished me.

"I love your cock." I cried out. "I fucking love your cock." he grunted into me, his hands hooked on my shoulders, forcing me backwards even harder. I was close to another explosion, this one feeling like a tidal wave, when headlights shone on us.

"I'm not done," his voice stern and unforgiving. He didn't stop, just kept ramming into me. Until I felt his cock swell up, and then jets of his warm cum spurted inside me. He rammed me, each time more and more of his seed flying into me. I was mad when he slipped out, but his hand pulled me towards the lights.

He pushed me into the backseat and got in. The car took off. I looked at my mystery friend. He was an older man, maybe 60s, with silver hair and light green eyes. He had a small beard that lined his jaw, and his lips were thick. His body showed signs of him working out, the muscles popping along his body. Fuck, I had to admit he was gorgeous.

When I got back to his face, he was smiling at me. He parted his legs and pointed between them. I knelt down, freed his cock and licked him from base to tip. He smelled good, and his taste was even better. I could still smell myself and taste myself on him. It didn't bother me.

"Eyes on me. If you close them, I will punish you. And not just by fucking you painfully," his voice sincere. I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, till he hit my throat. I gagged, his thickness too much for me. I used my hand, twisting and turning it as I bobbed on the head.

I felt I could try to take him again, my mouth going down again by inches. His hand rubbed my jaw, then he smacked my face. His other hand held my head down as he penetrated deeper into my mouth. My gagging was getting worse, and he let me go. But his smile never wavered.

I stayed playing with his cock, my mouth working in tandem with my hand. I caressed his balls, even humming on them. His skin was soft and smooth, inviting me to place both testicles in my mouth. My finger went behind him, rubbing his perineum, and rimming his ass. His smile, dark and tantalizing, enjoying what pleasure I gave. He was close, my finger protruding in his asshole, dry, but fulfilling. I took him deep into my throat, his pulsating cock shooting streams of thick, warm cum that slid down my throat.

Kneeling before him, this stranger, I waited and waited for an order to come from his lips. To voice to me what I should do next. My eyes asked, and in return, his stayed quiet. The corner of his lips turned up, but he sat back and replaced his cock into his pants.

The vehicle stopped suddenly, the back door flying open, and a hand reached for me. I practically flew out, landing hard on my ass. The silver fox smiled at me before his door shut and the car took off. I sat there, my ass on the cold, wet concrete, as I watched the brake lights disappear.

It took a moment to gather my bearings before I realized I was at my apartment building. He used me, used what I willingly gave up, and then tossed me aside. I should have been embarrassed; instead, I wanted him again.